This adventurer is overly righteous.

The central square of White Rock Town was packed with people, a large number of adventurers from all over the world, but with the same goal.

They were to join Count Reginald's hunting party to hunt monsters in the Misty Forest.

The job was extremely well-paid, but what truly drove the adventurers crazy was Count Reginald himself. The adventurers all knew that Count Reginald was a great man who would offer fiefdoms and titles to adventurers he admired, so they cherished any opportunity to show themselves in front of him.

"They're all illiterate..." Kroya also arrived at the central square, but the scene before him made him feel somewhat comical.

Several notice boards are placed in the central square of Whitestone Town, recording the town's recently amended laws and other important news. Count Reginald's hunting party recruitment information is also posted on these notice boards.

However, the problem is that the vast majority of adventurers are illiterate.

In fact, most of the residents in Baishi Town were illiterate, but this was not a big problem in the past, since there were special messengers who would stand by the notice board and read the words on it to them.

However, the situation has become strangely tense due to the large number of adventurers appearing in the central square and the small number of people who can read.

"Kill one White-toothed Beast within three days..."

"Two decaying tree spirits were hunted down in one day..."

Kroya could see the messenger, who was in charge of reading the message, sweating profusely under the watchful eyes of many adventurers, and his speech becoming stammering.

"Damn it, why is this so complicated!"

One of the adventurers cursed loudly, his face extremely grim.

Count Reginald set up many tests, and adventurers only need to complete one of them to be considered successful. After all, hunting is a matter that relies too much on luck, so this gives adventurers more opportunities.

But the problem is, they can't remember...

Each assessment requires different prey, different hunting methods, different deadlines, and different quantities, making them extremely complex and enough to make adventurers dizzy with worry.

"Read it again!"

"How many horned rabbits were we supposed to kill?"

A messenger is surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of adventurers, each of whom has different things they haven't memorized. The messenger has to read them over and over again until his throat is dry. They also try various methods to help them remember, but none of them are very effective.

Not far away, you could see adventurers who had already left returning, cursing and swearing, as the messengers read the orders aloud again.

They can't write; they can't even copy something once.

This process was undoubtedly extremely grueling for the adventurer. Kroya could probably guess why that guy was galloping on horseback—he had finally memorized the complicated text and was overjoyed, while also mounting his horse to seize the initiative...

Fortunately, Kroya didn't need to complete the so-called assessment like these adventurers. He just needed to squeeze to the front of all the adventurers, take out his token and hand it to the manager in front, who would then add Kroya's name to the hunting team's list—generally, that's the treatment for hero-level adventurers.

"So you should study hard."

  

Kroya thought to himself, the count had held this kind of selection many times before, and he probably knew that literacy was a big problem for adventurers. Perhaps this was also a way for him to select people. He probably preferred adventurers who could read.

"If you're not going to listen properly, then get out of my seat!"

An impatient adventurer pushed Kroya aside. He seemed to be an adventurer from out of town and was annoyed because he couldn't remember the test content.

In his opinion, Kroya had been completely distracted just now. How could someone like that possibly pass the test and join the hunting team? He might as well give up his position to him.

"Okay." Kroya wasn't angry. How to put it... he could actually empathize with the frustration of not being able to memorize the text...

The scene in the central square looked rather strange at this moment. The adventurers maintained a tacit understanding, which kept the place relatively orderly. After all, no one wanted to be disturbed while they were reciting, and there was no point in Kroya staying here. So he turned and left, wishing them not to make mistakes.

Kroya hadn't really made up his mind to join the hunting team yet. After all, he was probably still being watched by that vampire. Although the vampire might be afraid of the hunting team's strength and wouldn't dare to act recklessly, Kroya thought it was better not to do anything that would cause trouble for others.

We have to wait for news from the Adventurers' Guild.

After that, Kroya resumed patrolling Whitestone Town. Now that he no longer had the task of forging, his daily schedule was divided into three parts: practicing magic and runes, eating, washing and resting, and patrolling around to find opportunities to do good deeds and gain attributes.

As night deepened, Kroya's figure gradually blurred and eventually disappeared completely into the shadows. The ability bestowed by the goddess was extremely effective for night patrols, and Kroya used it to catch several petty thieves.

This time he discovered the same target, whose movements were erratic. With each step he took, the target would look around nervously.

The direction he was heading was a large temporary kennel, which was temporarily rented by outside adventurers.

......

"What a good dog."

Smith muttered to himself, a knowing smile on his face. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but he found nothing. There was only darkness around him, and the good dog he had imagined was nowhere to be seen.

It was an extremely strong and wild dog. Smith guessed that it must have more than three-quarters dire wolf blood in it, and it was very strong, standing on its hind legs like a door, with thick, long fur, teeth that gleamed coldly, and eyes as terrifying as needles...

The only downside is that the dog's owner isn't Smith; it's a little girl named Lillian, who has two companions who are adventurers.

They came from the north, a desolate land where perhaps there weren't even horses, which is why they had to use dogs to pull sleds to get around...

Smith thought to himself as he approached the kennel.

"This is such a waste, how can such a good dog be used to pull a sled..."

That good dog was the leader of the pack, and also the strongest and fiercest dog among them. Smith could tell that it must be an extremely skilled dog that could bite through an opponent's throat.

"He should be mine. I'll let him unleash his wild side. He's a good dog..."

Smith, an unemployed bum, makes money by catching and stealing various dogs, mixing drugs into their food to make them impulsive and bloodthirsty, and then throwing them into iron cages to fight each other, allowing people to watch, pay, and bet. He claims this is to stimulate the dogs' bloodlust and fighting spirit, and he firmly believes it.

However, Smith cannot deny that a strong and fierce enough dog would make him a lot of money.